I want to kiss her.
Not because I want to feel the softness of her fair lips or the warmth of her breath as she exhales against me.
I want to kiss her because I can’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that she is. I want her to know that I see her as perfect. That she is perfect.
Rape isn’t about uncontrollable sexual desire. You only have to listen in on a Call of Duty game to see that. When that kid crows, “I raped you!”, he’s not calling the other guy sexy; he’s saying he defeated him, dominated him, humiliated him. That’s what rape is about, and that should scare you.
gonna reblog this till I stop tumbling
sometimes i think i might be bi but then
i’d rather climb a mountain than go in a cave, you feel me
‘cause you can see everything on a mountain but you never know what’s lurking in a cave
are you implying that any given vagina may or may not contain a bear
I don’t know about a bear, but possibly a gnome